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That’s my Rilienus :) I’m so pleased with him. Thank you, @tommieglenn !

Commission for @oftachancer

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I had to commission this Davrin homage to the Witcher meme. We all agree he’s the Thedas Witcher, right? Anywho, please check out the *amazing* full piece (winkwink). JJ really went above and beyond on this and I could not be more pleased.

For @oftachancer— A quintessential bath scene featuring Davrin

(Full piece —> jjthebunbun on Bluesky)

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Look at him, existing in the world!

Karl for @oftachancer

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Crawling out of my cave to offer you some Dragon Age 2 art in these trying times.

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Glorious art of my favorite two glow-men by @quibbs ! Absolutely amazing!

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I Harvest Beauty Where It Grows: Chapter 3

An Emmrich Volkarin x Dorian Pavus fanfiction by @oftachancer and @midnightprelude.

Called upon by the Minrathous Circle of Magi to investigate walking dead in the catacombs alongside a budding young necromancer, Emmrich Volkarin discovers both the source of the unrest and a lifelong companion among the living.

Word count: 25K

Rating: E for Act 1, T for Act 2

Posting Schedule: Approx. every Saturday

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Follow #ihbwig (or me) for more updates! (Posting got weird because of the holidays, but we're back, baby!)

“‘ Enchanting’ he says,” Dorian’s smile widened, eyes glinting with amusement. “Professor, if I didn’t know any better, I might think you were flirting with me.”

Emmrich saw himself suddenly from Dorian’s perspective. On his knees, fondling the man’s leg and admiring him. What outrageous behavior. What untoward advantage-taking of someone so young and recently wounded, physically and emotionally. He felt his ears flame as he sat back. “My apologies. I… It was not my intention to put you at any unease.”

“Is that what I am?” Dorian wondered. “Uneasy?”

Well… no. He didn’t seem that way. He seemed… to have such a very lovely smile. He seemed to smell of foreign spices and honeyed liqueurs and the tang of ozone. Emmrich cleared his throat as it tightened. “…are you?”

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I Harvest Beauty Where It Grows: Chapter 1

An Emmrich Volkarin x Dorian Pavus fanfiction by @oftachancer and @midnightprelude.

Called upon by the Minrathous Circle of Magi to investigate walking dead in the catacombs alongside a budding young necromancer, Emmrich Volkarin discovers both the source of the unrest and a lifelong companion among the living.

Word count: 9K

Rating: E for Act 1, T for Act 2

Posting Schedule: Approx. every Saturday

Read Chapter One here!

Follow #ihbwig (or me) for more updates!

It was so pleasant to get out into the sunshine every once in a while. “Yes, it is a very nice morning,” Emmrich told the wisp as it whispered curiously around him. “Only I do wish it weren’t quite so hot.” His robes were sticking to him and the sun was baking him like a potato, even through the parasol. He might, he admitted to himself, have to trade his fashionable Watcher robes for something simpler, if only to survive long enough to complete his assignment in Minrathous. 

The wisp landed on his shoulder and brought a cool breeze with it. 

Emmrich sighed gratefully. “Thank you; that’s very kind.”

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Where are the tee shirts? I demand tee shirts.

dreadwolf this, elven gods that NOTHING is ruining the tabris family vacation this year!

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"You belong with me"

A little anders/handers/justice illustration that's been haunting me for the last few days - and a bonus extra version because when i sent it to my friend she said "noooo don't take his pretty eyes away from meeee" and she was right <3

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The steam from this mug gives me feelings.

It feels like an Anders and Tea kind of day

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Thank you, @maxkennedy24, for this incredible portrait of Anders, Karl Thekla, and Cecily Hawke, from Aisles of Memory and Regret!

Also reposting for the fans of @tranquilweek!

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Final day of Tranquil Week 2024!

So this arc of the tale reaches its strange conclusion. Another perspective begins soon. Thank you for reading!

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A snippet of Ch 15:

Cecily rolled onto her stomach to see if that made her any less queasy. It didn’t, but the new pressure was better. “You and Anders are on the same side of things, you know," she told Fenris. "It’s just that you both tend to be assholes about it.” “Hn.” “Karl agrees with me,” Cecily muttered. “I’m not crazy.” “Karl agrees with everyone. He has no choice.” “He does, though. I met him.” Fenris groaned. “We all did.” “No. I mean: he’s back. From Tranquility. Da did it. Da and Anders, while we were with Merrill.”  Fenris stilled. “…he is a mage once more?”

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Tranquil Week 2024 continues on!

Hello, hello, @tranquilweek ! More chapters added to Karl Thekla’s tale: Aisles of Memory and Regret! A little snippet from one of the newest posted chapters:

“Do you…” Anders searched his face, worried. “Do you feel the… fog… coming back?”

Karl shook his head. “But I know that I will. We don’t know if this-” he tapped the amulet, “-will work again, or how, or when.”

“If it doesn’t, we’ll try whatever Merrill was working on. Or we’ll come up with something else.” Anders wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I will bring you back. I will always bring you back.”

“I know you’ll try.” Karl studied the ashes, black powder and flecks, beneath the charred ribs.

Anders frowned. “You’re sure you don’t feel anything…”

“I feel everything,” Karl croaked. He wanted to curl up on the floor and cry- for his mother, for the years he and Anders had lost, for the thousands dead, for the yet more imprisoned. He was useless and broken, a memory box that could only be opened sometimes. He wanted to scream. He wanted to break a chair and wield its legs and beat the world raw and bloody. That he was still here, still alive, and they were wasting the time he had left wondering where Cecily had gone. “I will feel everything until I feel nothing again.”

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Ahhh, this makes me so happy, especially while I'm wading hip deep through the Mortice and Tenon saga.

growing older

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Tranquil Week Continues!

New chapters of Aisles of Memory and Regret are up! Here's a taste:

Fire coursed beneath his skin. He could feel it like a hand gripping his heart too hard, flaying his lungs, and boiling his eyes until he was blind.  Karl dropped to his knees, covering them to keep them from exploding free of his skull as his head pounded and his bones screamed.  “A few adjustments…” Enchanter Malcolm was speaking, but the words held no meaning. For a moment, Karl felt a reprieve - a pleasant mist of contentment and fog, but then- He screamed, gasping, curled on the paving stones in the dark. It smelled of salt and sweat and blood. He could taste copper on his tongue. Feel it pulsing like a kicking frog inside of his mouth. His knuckles and palms were scratched. Searing. “Stop- please stop!” he tried to beg, “Please!” But all that emerged was a wordless, agonized scream that tore at his throat.  Until there were hands. He knew those hands. Anders. He knew the feel of them - callused and strong and smelling of linseed oil. But they were grasping his shoulders, holding him - no- “-trying to keep him steady-” “Anders,” Karl rasped, clinging to him even though the lights burned his eyes and his blood was melting him from the inside. “Anders!” Help me- help me- But the words failed him.

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In Honor of Tranquil Week 2024!

Hi, @tranquilweek! For those who love Karl Thekla like I do, please enjoy my series (written with @midnightprelude) - The Mortice and the Tenon - which follows the whole history of Karl and Anders from Kinloch Hold to Kirkwall... and beyond.

Through the Rose Window follows Karl and Anders as apprentices at Kinloch Hold.

Tending the Triforium is an epistolary covering the time from when Karl was relocated to the Gallows to just before DA2.

A Cracked Marble Crossing begins at the advent of DA2 events and asks some 'what if' questions that take the tale away from the events of the game as recorded.

And for Tranquil Week 2024, I will be posting new chapters each day regarding Karl's return from Tranquility in Aisles of Memory and Regret.

Thank you for reading!

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